Home is where the people are

To me, home doesn’t have to be where your house is. Instead, it can be where you feel happy or even sad, because home to me means a place to be in and enjoy time with the other people in it. At home I hear the joyful voices of my family laughing and having fun. While I listen to some good music. I hear the satisfying clang of a puck from my neighbors playing hockey on their rink. I smell a delicious smell of my mom making our dinner. It smelled delicious. I look down and see my neighbor walking down the street. I heard my mom call me for dinner and I slowly stepped down my stairs. I sit down at the table. I taste the delicious sensation of my taco as I bite into it, it reminds me of all the different fun times me and my family have had together. After dinner me and my family all cleaned up dinner together. We laugh and put on some music and make some more memories in the house that we live in. It's a new house but it is a fun enjoyable environment for me and my family to be in together even if we're always rushing to sports and dance its home. That is what home means to me.